"...I don't think there's any price t-too big for getting rid of this...this disease." Sam replied, the last word bitter in his mouth. While Isla had for some indecipherable reason chosen this, he could only see the Ascension as a virus crawling in his veins and taking over his body.
The advantage to her eyes did sound useful, but he couldn't think of anything in his own life that would be drastically improved by anything like that. He could do everything he needed to easily and with the body he had at the moment. The only thing he would want would be the ability to...feel again. For his body to respond in the way it was meant to when he was touched. But he couldn't tell Isla that, of course.
"There is normal though. Normal isn't this." He had a hard time expressing what he meant, his hands uselessly making gestures before him. "N-normal is being able to walk in the sun or be with someone. Normal is...normal is...eating food. Having to see through normal eyes. That's normal. That's how you're meant to live."
